First Place (feat. Little Big Town)

Little less ice in the glass, bartender
Leave some more room for the old number seven
I wanna drink 'til I can't remember
Why I came here in the first place
Well, the fish ain't bitin', me and baby been fightin'
And the boss man, he's been ridin' my tail
Two more mornings 'til Sunday mornin'
That's two more nights to raise some hell

Little less ice in the glass, bartender
Leave some more room for the old number seven
I wanna drink 'til I can't remember
Why I came here in the first place
Yeah, why I came here in the first place

Between the bank and the budget and the paycheck money
I'm strapped for cash to paint this town
Feel beat and bruised, can't win for losin'
So fill it up, don't water it down

Little less ice in the glass, bartender
Leave some more room for the old number seven
I wanna drink 'til I can't remember
Why I came here in the first place
Yeah, why I came here in the first place
Yeah, why I came here in the first place

(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
I'm tired of comin' in, comin' in last, yeah
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
I'm tired of comin' in, comin' in last, yeah

Little less ice in the glass, bartender
Leave some more room for the old number seven
I wanna drink 'til I can't remember
Why I came here, yeah, why I came here

Little less ice in the glass, bartender
Leave some more room for the ol' number seven
I wanna drink 'til I can't remember
Why I came here, yeah, why I came here in the first place

I'm tired of comin' in, comin' in last, yeah (why I came here in the first place)
I'm tired of comin' in, comin' in last, yeah (why I came here in the first place)
I'm tired of comin' in, comin' in last, yeah (why I came here in the first place)
I'm tired of comin' in, comin' in last, yeah

Little less ice in the glass, bartender
Leave some more room for the ol' number seven



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Wood, Dan Couch, Elvie Shane Payton, Jakob Miller
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